Just a piece in his game
He always has the upper hand
Waking up, everything's the same
Stay alert- you don't know what he has planned
Creeping around like a scared little mouse
Afraid to make the slightest noise
Rains of misery upon you he will douse
You know not of life's joys
Silent- don't make any trouble
Else he will be angry, spittle forming around his mouth like a foam
Creeping around the agitated and enraged rubble
That you have to clean up before he gets home
Quiet, submissive slave
Is what you are
Freedom is what you crave
Courage is what you lack
YOU ARE READING
Broken
PoetryJust your average collection of poetry done by your average unicorn. Xavier hopes you like the poems! **Sorry if the spacing is jacked up**
